“Not yet. It’s selling for half a million, so whoever is behind them has some big bucks.”
“Who owns the property now?”
“Curt Dawkins. He’s the football coach in Treepoint.” Cash had dug into his past and saw no connection with the group.
“I think we need to set up a meeting with him as soon as possible.” Stud’s tight voice said he already knew what Cash’s next words would be.
“The Destructors are no match for them. I don’t think you have enough men even if you add the Blue Horsemen into the mix. They’re big, Stud, and deadly,” Cash warned.
“I haven’t got any other option. When I took over The Destructors for Sex Piston’s father, I gave my word I would watch over them and protect them.”
“You can’t protect anyone if you’re six feet under.” Cash saw Stud wouldn’t back down. “I’ll set up a meeting with Viper; that’s all I can do. It’s up to him if he wants to drag The Last Riders into your war.”
“It’s not a war yet. I may be able to stop it.” Stud’s voice was filled with worry.
Cash sympathized with the hard biker. He had a streak of loyalty that was hard to find in many men. Stud also had to be concerned for Sex Piston’s safety and his four children.
Cash shook his head. “They are fanatical. Nothing but force will stop them.”
Stud nodded. “Set up the meeting with Viper.”
“Will do.” Cash stood.
“You’re welcome to stay.”
“No, thanks; I better head back. I want to talk to Viper.” Cash stared down at Stud, trying to convey his urgency. The Destructors were on borrowed time until the first strike was made.
“Cash, you have my marker. If you ever need anything…”
Cash stared down at Stud. He respected his desire to pay his debts.
“Get Killyama to back off Train, and we’ll call it even.”
It took him forty-five minutes to drive back to the clubhouse. Being Friday night, most of the brothers were still up.
Train and Jewell were coming down the steps from upstairs.
“Where’s Viper?”
“Upstairs.”
Cash went up and saw Viper’s bedroom door open. It was rare when the president let others watch; tonight wasn’t one of those nights, though. Viper was sitting at his desk in front of the computer with Winter asleep on the bed. Regrettably, he must have missed the show.
“Got a minute?”
“Yeah.” Viper leaned back in his chair, giving him his attention.
Cash had already informed Viper of the information he was going to tell Stud that night before the meet. Subsequently, Cash updated him on Stud’s reaction and his request.
Viper remained quiet while Cash talked. When he finished, Viper looked at Winter lying on the bed. Cash could see the conflict in his eyes. Viper would want to help Stud out, but he had his own woman and club to watch out for.
“The Freedom Riders aren’t going to give a shit about the Destructors, and everyone knows who runs them. They will go after Stud; he’s the only thing stopping them from controlling Jamestown. It’s going to go down hard on him. It’s inevitable unless we add our numbers to his,” Cash advised.
“Tell everyone we’re having a club meeting tomorrow night. I’ll make my decision tonight.” Viper stood up, stretching.
“Will do.”
“Cash, anything bothering you?” Viper stopped him from leaving the room.
“No. Why?” Cash paused.
Viper powered down his computer, closing it before answering his question. “I don’t know; you just seem distracted lately. Now is not the time for distractions.”
“My mind is exactly where it needs to be until this is over.”
“That’s what I want to hear. We have wives and children to protect now.”
“I won’t let you down,” Cash promised.
“If you do, one of them could pay the price.”
Viper’s grim warning was still on his mind after he’d left the room.
Going downstairs, he passed the word about the meeting tomorrow night. Then, tired, he decided to go to bed.
He was halfway up the stairs when Raci yelled up at him.
“Want some company?”
Rachel’s hurt face flashed through his mind.
“Come on.” He held his hand out to her.
With a huge grin, the woman came up the steps and took his hand. He couldn’t have Rachel distracting him. If he tried to see her again, her brothers finding out would be inevitable. What’s more, The Last Riders needed to have Stud’s back, not fighting a feud with three idiots.
Inside his bedroom, Raci quickly removed her skimpy outfit.
“What do you want tonight, Cash?”
“Every fucking thing you’ve got.”
Chapter 7
“What do you want me to do with these?” Evie questioned as she opened the door for the men who were carrying in the furniture she was donating to the church store.